"Were they transmitting?" Damon asked.
"We can't tell yet. Both devices were designed to look like ordinary components, and neither has a recognisable manufacturer." She said.
"Can you trace their signal?" Damon asked.
"I'm working on it." She said.
Maren's gaze shifted to the key in my hand, then to Damon standing beside me. Something tightened around her mouth before she looked away.
I knew that expression. I'd seen it often enough in bars, safe houses, and places where people believed jealousy was a weakness they could conceal by standing straighter.
Maren was in love with Damon. Or close enough that it had become a problem.
I had no intention of getting involved, particularly when Damon himself seemed determined to pretend that whatever existed between us was nothing more than m
